Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.